Death and the Lady

As I walked out one winter day
I met a man along the way
His head was bald his beard was gray
His clothing made of the cold red clay
His clothing made of the cold red clay

I said old man, what happened to you?
What country did you belong unto?
My name is death I've come for thee
All kings and princes bow down to me
All kings and princes bow down to me

I'll give you gold, I'll give you pearls
I'll give you fine silk robe to wear
If you will grant me one season one
Give me some time, a life to amend
Give me some time, a life to amend

I want no gold, I want no pearls
I want no fine silk robe to wear
I cannot grant you one season more
Nor give you some time, your life to amend
Nor give you some time, your life to amend

Three days later, that lady died
Carve this upon my tomb she cried
As I am now you will be one day
Your clothing made of the cold red clay
Your clothing made of the cold red clay



Credits
Writer(s): Dp, Shirley Elizabeth Collins
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

Link